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Motherfuckers always in the barber shop, nah I'm just playin
Ay, nigga I'm so motherfuckin' P, I make this bitch
I don't even pay for the motherfuckin' drinks
Nor, the motherfuckin' Meal City boy
Money in the air, throw that ass on the floor
Keep them big shooters, case them niggas want smoke
Anything goes, you can get it, let me know
Anything goes, you can get it, let me know
Make it, make it, make it, make it, make it
Go to the ground and make it
Ay, make it, ay, make it, ay, make it
Don't let my niggas make it
I'm a big stepper, 100 round trendsetter
Trippie when I'm fully loaded, tell the hoes catch up
Ayy don't ask for the price, it cost a lot
Bitch, I'm blowin' bands in a brand new drop
Do a split on the dick, bust it open, rub the clit
F*ck a boring hoe for real, need a savage with the shits
Lotta shooters in this bitch, f*ck around and get dropped
Moon walking with the sticks
Make a thriller when it's hot
I said go up, go up, all my shooters go up
Money clean the floor, face down, hold up
Like a shooting star, bae, you look better at the top
Bend it over, bend it over, girl, make that ass drop
Money in the air, throw that ass on the floor
Keep them big shooters, case them niggas want smoke
Anything goes, you can get it, let me know
Anything goes, you can get it, let me know
Make it, make it, make it, make it, make it, make it
Go to the ground and make it
Make it, make it, make it, make it, make it, make it
Don't let my niggas make it
Uncomfortable, I don't do the back and forth
I'm like Santa Claus, I got all the hoes
She a church girl, but she a freak on that pole
She a church girl, but she a freak on that pole
Bitches be all in my DMs, askin' to see them
But I just delete them, oh, that's your girl
Not for this weekend, we was in Cabo, summer all season
She call me baby, no Justin Bieber
Swallow my kids, oh, you don't believe me
Take niggas hoes, this shit easy
Nigga, we viral, we all on TV
I said, go up, go up, all my shooters go up
Money clean the floor, face down, hold up
Like a shooting star, bae, you look better at the top
Bend it over, bend it over, girl, make that ass drop
Money in the air, throw that ass on the floor
Keep them big shooters, case them niggas want smoke
Anything goes, you can get it, let me know
Anything goes, stop playin', let them know we make it
Make it, make it, make it, ayy, ayy
Go to the ground and make it
Make it, ayy, make it, ayy, ayy
Make it, don't let my niggas make it
The hoes love it though
Yeah, I bet they do
I bet you if you had a daughter my age, she'd be on my team
Yeah, I bet

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